Some random one-shots

A sad KorBel thing

KorBel is South Korea and Belarus just to be clear. Okay let's go to this fic no one'll read!!!

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Natalia stood above the world, looking down upon the festivities below. Her brother and his stupid boyfriend were celebrating an anniversary of something or other. She had been invited, but what was the point in going? So she just watched on from above. She vaguely wondered if her brother would care if she came tumbling down the cliff to land at his feet. Doubtful. She was nothing but a bother to him right? Scary to everyone. That was her. 'The creepy sister'. She'd heard someone say that having a sister like her, it was no wonder Ivan turned out like he did.
She took a step forwards.
And then another.
And then-.

A hand grabbed onto her wrist, pulled her away from the edge. A warm voice. She vaguely recognised it. She turned her face to look at him, the cold, emotionless expression dropping for a spilt second.
He had a kind of worried expression on his face.
Worried?
No one had ever been worried about her. She realised he was speaking.
"What were you doing so close to the edge, da ze?!" He asked, his eyes scanning her face searchingly, as if he was looking for something. It was uncomfortably close. He pulled away, maybe not finding what he was looking for or maybe something else, she would never know. "You weren't going to jump were you?" He asked worriedly. She didn't answer, simply turning once again to look down at the celebration. His hand didn't remove itself, though she didn't feel annoyed like she normally would.
"He's your brother?" The Asian asked, a look of understanding appearing on his face. "He's going out with my own brother..." A sigh, "I guess I know what you're going through."
He let go of her wrist. She nodded slowly, turning back to face him. She hadn't calculated where she was on the cliff. With these stupid emotions and all the uncertainty suddenly washing through her.

She failed to see her mistake until it was too late.
The edge of the cliff crumbled beneath her and she fell backwards, her eyes widening in shock.

She flailed her fists out, suddenly desperate for someone to save her. She suddenly didn't want to die. Not if he was there. The loud Korean. He had annoyed her the first time they'd met; when he'd visited her brother's house while looking for China. She'd given him a cold glare. What had changed? She wasn't sure.

Funny how much time one had to reminisce before death. Time slows down.

Then a hand closed around her own outstretched one. Only she didn't stop falling. The only difference was that he was falling with her.

She heard his muttered apology. What was he apologising for? This was her fault, he shouldn't have to die from her stupidity. Yet it seemed like he was going to.

She glanced downwards, the snowy landscape stretched out below. She laughed, though the sound was whipped away by the wind from the hurtling downwards, how funny. Not just she, but Young Soo as well, were going to die, landing in the snow that her big brother thought he knew so much about. She so wished she had a parachute, like the ones he always denied. No, big brother, snow is not soft when you fall from great heights. Snow will not give you a cushiony landing. Remember that, big brother, your ignorance could mean the death of you.